Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that failed to mention the flesh-eating bacteria.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A farmer's trophy for being "out standing in your field"
A Mona Lisa
A coloring book of flowers and anatomically correct hearts
The Sun
A Banana made of Antimatter
A high pressure fuel injector
A Ferrari 250 GT California
The Sword that Seals the Darkness
A gimmicked set of juggler's dice
A stale green fruit loop

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